Early morning brought an unusual chill to the Georgia summer and the two women unconsciously sought each other’s body heat and huddled close under the thin quilt to stay warm. The older woman’s bun had come uncoiled in the movements of her slumber, and the long, soft, bright red strands splayed out like flame licking at the pillow. She cradled the younger woman’s face to her bare, full breasts in a gentle embrace and nuzzled into her darker, auburn curls as some fleeting dream sped through her sleeping mind.
As the first rays of daylight peeked into the bedroom through the dust coated window, the older woman woke slowly. She felt the warm, soft skin against her body and smiled a smile of fond remembrance of the night before.. As Marion continued to slumber, Janet Dunbar held the auburn haired girl and thought of tomorrow. “She’s so naive and innocent. Now that I’ve lied to her about my name, led her to believe she had to get away just so I could get her to help me, and very nearly raped her, will she believe me when I tell her the truth? I had to mislead her; she would never have come with me if she knew what I have to do. I’ve got to have her help or else...” Tears filled her eyes as her heart ached, knowing he would soon be out of reach, and only this young girl could help her get him back.
The two had met in a barn where Janet had taken the Union soldier she found guarding the road on which she had been walking. Hoping to learn something of the Union positions and marching orders, Janet had used her assumed identity of Angelique Bouvier, and her assumed profession of camp following sutler/whore to lure the soldier into an empty stall. Her intention had been to service him and then casually, but skillfully, find out a safe route to Chattanooga, and extract such information as he knew about the Union holding camp for prisoners of war located there. Janet had collected some of the soldiers good Union gold, and was well into the execution of her plan, when Marion appeared, and thinking Janet was being attacked, killed the soldier with an ax.
Janet had rolled the soldier from on top of her and stood to chastise the girl. As she looked at the slender girl dressed only in a filthy nightdress, and then into her deep green eyes, Janet saw terror, grief, and innocence ravaged by too much horror in too short a time. She had instantly felt only compassion, and resolved to help Marion in the hope that the girl could assist in her mission. She maintained her charade, and questioned the girl for details about where she was going, and how she was going to get there. Marion had a horse, and was going to Chattanooga also, so Janet had convinced her they had to leave to avoid prosecution for murder of the soldier.
Janet knew the fat, smelly Yankee would not be missed for days; the Union army was swarming for the advance on Atlanta, and he would just be reported absent until after the battle. Janet had taken Marion to one of the few houses that had escaped the Union rape of the Georgia countryside, and was fortunate to have found food and clothing for the girl. She had found that Marion was nearly ignorant in matters of sex, and since her plan needed a second whore, she started teaching her as they lay in bed the night before. She had gotten carried away with the emotion of her plight, the fractured innocence of the girl, and with her own long unsatisfied desire, and had made love to Marion. Marion surprised her by wanting to reciprocate, and Janet had found a long needed release in the young girl’s soft lips and fingertips.
Janet slipped her hand to the young girl’s hip and caressed idly as she planned the day. First, the rest of the way to Chattanooga, then to her home to plan and get ready. She would have to find a way to tell Marion the truth as they rode. It would be hard, but...
“Ummm...is it daylight? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, that feels good.”
Janet looked at the young face cradled to her breasts, and watched as the green eyes focused on her. She smiled, and the soft pink lips smiled back. Marion stirred, and Janet felt the girl’s soft thighs move against her as she stretched to remove the stiffness of sleep. An unintentional movement thrust the girl’s silky, auburn mound into Janet’s own thigh, and she tightened her embrace and pulled Marion to her. She kissed Marion lightly through the auburn curls that lay on her forehead, and whispered, “it’s time we got started.”
“But your so soft and warm, and after last night, I just want to stay here. Please?” Soft fingertips found Janet’s nipple and began light touches.
“Damn, you learn fast, and enjoy your lessons too much, I think. There’ll be time for that after we get to Chattanooga. Besides, the first real cock you get in you will change your mind about me.”
“I don’t know. I won’t ever forget last night. “ She slipped her arm around Janet, and hugged her close.
As they drove North, they talked of woman’s things, and enjoyed each other’s company until, in the distance, they could see the low, tree covered mountains around Chattanooga. Marion rode beside Janet with her arm around Janet’s waist; Marion was holding on, but the embrace was more sensual than done for safety, and she kept leaning to press her breasts into Janet’s arm. “She has just got to find her a man, and soon”, thought Janet.
“Angie, what did you mean when you said it was good you got the money from that soldier first? Why did he give you money?”
Janet giggled, “I see it’s school time again. We have to be careful not to get as mmm...involved in the lesson as last night. Well, honey, some men don’t have wives, or their wives aren’t very...shall we say, loving, so they visit special women for sex. These women get paid for making the man cum. The longer it has been for the man, and the better the woman is, the more she gets paid. These women are called whores, and make their living this way.”
“Is that what you are...a whore?”
“I wasn’t always, but right now, yes.”
“You could come live with me at my aunt’s, and then you wouldn’t have to do it anymore.”
“Marion, your aunt would as soon welcome the devil himself into her parlor as me. You see, most women feel threatened by whores, because men seem to like them. Men like whores because whores make them feel special, and tell the man all the nice things they are feeling as they fuck. Most women won’t or can’t do that, and they’re afraid their man will run off with one and leave them. Wives and mothers have been trying to get rid of whores since time began, and your aunt’s probably no different. Besides, two unrelated women living in the same house would raise eyebrows all over town.”
“Don’t women ever just live together, like men and women do...I mean, like man and wife?”
“Well, yes honey, they do. But most people find that as bad as being a whore. The girls I know who live together do so in a boarding house, where it’s not so obvious, not in a house by themselves.”
“I wouldn’t care what people thought, as long as you were with me.”
“Damn, honey, you’re making a big choice based on one night. I think you ought to try a man before you decide women are the only ones for you.”
Marion pressed her lips to Janet’s shoulder. “Not women...just one woman. You.”
“A true case of first love. Well, I like you too, very much, but I also like men, very much. I’m sure you will too.”
